What will happen the first time little Peanut gets a middling grade in math? We got a sneak peek today. I grabbed her bag when I picked her up this afternoon and looked inside for her report card, which is more a communication device about her doings in the realm of food, sleep and food, […]
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So little Peanut and I don’t often bond over Neil Diamond. She’s not yet two, after all. We have the rest of my life to do so, however long that may be. Or she may choose to mock me for being a fuddy duddy, in which case she can find her own shelter. That said, […]
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Peanut welcomes her new little cousin, Archer Antrim Dansby, born this afternoon at 1:08 p.m. to Uncle David and Aunt Bettie. He weighed 6 lbs, 8.5 ounces, which is only slightly more than Peanut weighs now. We don’t have a picture of Archer yet, but here’s a photo of Uncle David holding Peanut when she […]
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Peanut took this picture of me: Peanut It’s not especially flattering, but I like the composition. It looks like I’m about to snort those people on the sidewalk. And this one of Pop: Peanut When Pop shaves and cuts his hair, he looks 24 years old. Her pen-and-ink on paper portraits are more…abstract: Peanut Peanut […]
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You read that I was in a car wreck, right? Our insurance company says the Camry’s totaled. Because Pop drives a 1966 Mercury Montclair — a practical family sedan in 1966, maybe, but a gas guzzling toy in 2008 — we’re gonna have to replace the Cam. Pronto. So far, your suggestions have been, um, […]
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Carl’s iPhone The wheel well is squished into the tire. And the fender is dented. And the hood is bent. And the driver’s side mirror is knocked off. And the other side looks pretty much the same, because this was a three car accident. No, Peanut was not in the car at the time. Yes, […]
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